It's been two years since the ticket was purchased. I was in the eye of the storm. Two years since his fingers closed around my throat and cut off my oxygen supply. I thought you liked it, he said the next day as he watched me shower.
I picked up the loose beads from the necklace he'd torn off me and thrown at the wall. Two of the rubies had broken into glinting splinters. I folded them into a tissue so he could repair the necklace he'd given me over the holidays.
Two years since he left me in an abandoned parking lot at one am in a small mountain town. Thank every god I had my wallet.
Two years it took me to understand why I let myself love one such devil.
The cracks are where the light gets in. 
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